She wordlessly hands over his coffee, waiting until he's settled until she leans over to rest up against him. It's a bit difficult at first to get into the movie, if only because she has so much on her mind. There's the pain she's feeling combined with concern about him. She's worried about his mental state, and about what sort of possible retaliation they need to be bracing themselves for. If there's even anyone left from that organization to retaliate.
Eventually the painkillers kick in completely and she's able to relax completely at his side. It's nice to be able to just sit here in silence with him. And about forty-five minutes into the movie her eyes start to feel heavy. Instead of fighting to stay awake she gives in to sleep, her hand seeking out his to hold as she dozes off.
Whenever she eventually wake up, she's alone in bed. The painkillers have worn off, but that doesn't stop her from stubbornly trying to get out of bed and walk. It's a slow shuffle that involves her holding onto the walls as she moves. But she eventually finds him sitting at the tiny little dinette table, and makes her way over to him to press a kiss to his cheek.
"Hungry yet?" She asks him like she wasn't the one that refused food earlier.
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Eventually the painkillers kick in completely and she's able to relax completely at his side. It's nice to be able to just sit here in silence with him. And about forty-five minutes into the movie her eyes start to feel heavy. Instead of fighting to stay awake she gives in to sleep, her hand seeking out his to hold as she dozes off.
Whenever she eventually wake up, she's alone in bed. The painkillers have worn off, but that doesn't stop her from stubbornly trying to get out of bed and walk. It's a slow shuffle that involves her holding onto the walls as she moves. But she eventually finds him sitting at the tiny little dinette table, and makes her way over to him to press a kiss to his cheek.
"Hungry yet?" She asks him like she wasn't the one that refused food earlier.